Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Moonlight filtered through the branches of the World Tree, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Ian sat cross-legged under the World Tree, his back against the rough bark.

Gaga curled up on his lap, her eyes half-closed, making soft gurgling sounds in her throat.

A slight ripple came, and Azshara's figure slowly solidified, still in that tall and graceful female form.

During the previous great battle with the Zerg, one of her main roots was severed by the psionic resonance wave of the hive, and it has not yet fully healed.

"Your aura is different from what it was three years ago."

Azshara sat cross-legged opposite Ian, her emerald eyes fixed on his brow.

With a slight thought, Ian conjured a ball of grayish-white light in his palm. It was only the size of a fist, yet it instantly captivated Azshara's gaze.

Within the light, order and chaos intertwine and cancel each other out, achieving a fragile balance.

"This is what I found in the White Tower World," Ian said calmly.

"The teacher led me into a secret room containing tens of millions of years of memories from the Tree of Order. Deep within the tree rings, I saw a blank space, where the structure of some patterns and chaotic fragments was perfectly symmetrical."

Azshara was silent for a moment, then extended a finger and gently touched the grayish-white light.

The rules of life and the gray-white light did not repel each other; instead, they resonated slightly, creating a sense of contradiction she had never experienced before.

"You've managed to balance order and chaos."

She withdrew her finger, her expression grave. "Does your teacher know about this?"

"I don't know." Ian withdrew the light from his palm.

Alder took him as a disciple and showed him the rings of the Tree of Order, all to guide him onto this path.

But he didn't tell Ian what to do next; the path of a true spirit wizard must be understood by oneself.

Azshara nodded slightly; as the oldest Witch-king, this move must have profound implications.

"What brings you here?"

"I need your help." Ian met her gaze.

"I want to go to the source of order and chaos. You were born in the void and know more about it than any wizard. If you have ever sensed such a place, I hope you can tell me."

Azshara did not answer immediately, but stood up and looked into the distance.

"A place where order and chaos coexist..." Her voice was soft, as if recalling something extremely distant, "I did indeed encounter such a place."

Ian paused slightly; he had indeed found the right person.

"That was a long time ago." Azshara turned around.

"At that time, I was just a seedling, just born with consciousness. One of my roots reached into the void, trying to find a suitable world to take root in."

"In the deepest part of the void, I touched a region where the rules were very strange."

"Order was not suppressed there, nor was chaos purified; both existed simultaneously, and yet neither existed at the same time."

Where is that area?

"That's the edge of the wizarding civilization's territory, an abandoned area called 'Star Ruins'."

Azshara walked back to sit opposite Ian, and with a light stroke of her fingertip on the ground, sketched a simple void star map.

"That place is the ruins of several small world clusters, devoid of civilization and resources, and even the Abyss is too lazy to infiltrate it."

"My roots only extend to the outer edge of the Star Ruins. When I sense danger, I retreat. The deeper I go into the Star Ruins, the weaker the rules of order become, and so do the rules of chaos."

Ian's gaze fell on the star map, where deep within the Star Ruins, there was a marked gray area.

"That's the place you're looking for," Azshara said, her voice carrying a hint of warning.

"But before you decide to go, there's something I have to tell you."

"Please speak," Ian said, raising his head and becoming serious.

"In the deepest part of the Star Ruins, I sensed a remnant of an extremely ancient will." Azshara's gaze was profound.

"Looking back now, that sense of ancient and vicissitude may be older than the history of the wizarding world, or even older than the Abyss."

Ian's pupils contracted, appearing even more ancient than the abyss.

So... the history of that star ruin can be traced back to the era before the differentiation between order and chaos.

"Did you go back there after that?" Ian asked.

"I've been there once," Azshara shook her head. "With my current strength, I still can't go deep enough, and I can't even tell what's inside."

After breaking through to the Bright Sun Realm, she once explored her roots and still sensed a great danger, so she never went there again.

Ian lowered his head in thought. Order and chaos both failed simultaneously. Star Ruins, a desolate wasteland.

That place is very likely the place he is looking for, and it is also his greatest hope to find the gray-white balance point and quickly break through to level six.

"I'm going to go there and take a look." He raised his head, his face calm.

"I knew you would do this." Azshara was not surprised at all, only a little worried in her eyes.

"Star Ruins is not a secret realm; it is a true wasteland. There are no opportunities or inheritances there, only the remnants left after countless worlds collided. Most of the wizards who went there never returned."

"Most of them?" Ian caught the word.

Azshara paused for a moment, her gaze becoming serious.

"Yes, many wizards in the Alliance also sensed the anomaly in the Star Ruins. They thought it held ancient opportunities, but after they went in, they never came out again."

They vanished completely, their souls dissipated. It is said that the Alliance's True Spirit Wizards went there but found nothing else unusual, yet they could not trace their last remaining traces.

That gray area seemed to only devour beings below the level of a True Spirit Wizard.

Ian pondered to himself. The rule breaking down was indeed extremely dangerous, but sometimes, it wasn't all bad.

The last lesson he learned in the world of the White Tower was a line from Alder's "Unfinished Branches".

"The end of order may not be a purer order, but something we cannot yet describe."

The teacher spent his entire life searching for the answer to the blank space deep within the Tree of Order.

He looked up into the void, and deep within his pupils, a gray-white halo slowly rotated.

"He didn't find me, but he found me."

Azshara looked into his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"I hope you return safely," she finally spoke, her voice carrying an indescribable emotion.

She had spent a considerable amount of time with Ian and was well aware of his stubbornness.

"Thank you," Ian said calmly, with a strong sense of confidence. "I will succeed."

Azshara watched his departing figure without saying another word.

On the way back, Gaga poked its head out, a hint of unease in its silver eyes, "Ian, that Star Ruins sounds dangerous."

"I know."

"Are you still going?"

Ian reached out and ruffled its head. "Are you scared?"

Her feathers ruffled, and her silver eyes widened. "Who's afraid! I just... think that place is a little strange."

Ian's lips curled into a slight smile. "Only places like this are worth exploring."

It mumbled something and tucked its little head under its wings, leaving only its two silver eyes showing.

Back in the courtyard of Mount Luna, Kerrigan was standing at the edge of the Void mycelium.

The dark blue mycelium had grown to half a person's height, emitting a faint fluorescent glow under the moonlight.

Her gaze fell on the center of the mycelium, where there was a fist-sized dark golden cocoon. This was the offspring embryo of the mother insect that she had condensed three days ago, and it was still dormant.

Ian's footsteps came from behind her, but she didn't turn around.

"Star Ruins is dangerous."

Ian did not deny that Kerrigan possessed the will of the hive and was sensitive to soul fluctuations.

"You're leaving too," he suddenly said.

Kerrigan's eyes flickered slightly, then returned to their usual calm. "You sensed it."

What happened to the Zerg?

Kerrigan paused for a moment. "Tassadar is willing to join forces with me to fight Zagara, on the condition that I share the complete method of faith conversion with him."

Ian frowned slightly. Tassadar was a level seven Overmind, one of the most powerful Overminds of the Void after Bervis was sealed away.

It's not as crazy as Zagara, but it's just as eager to break through.

Level 8 Overlord is an insurmountable barrier for the Zerg for countless millennia, a path that even Belvis did not finish, and Tassadar wants to try as well.

"You should know your limits. The Wizarding Alliance won't allow it," Ian said, staring at her.

If Kerrigan hadn't been his contracted Zerg, the ending would have been tragic.

"I know," Kerrigan said calmly. "I won't make things difficult for you."

"Tassadar has agreed to help me gather the Zerg wandering in the Void."

Ian looked at her with a complex expression; this was the real Kerrigan.

She was never anyone's subservient; everything she did was to become stronger.

Tassadar wants to use her faith path to break through, and she is also using Tassadar to gather the Swarm and expand her faith territory.

"I'm leaving tonight." Kerrigan turned around to face Ian.

"The intelligence from Tassadar says that Zagara's twisted rules are getting stronger, and she has devoured three level-six brood ...

Ian's gaze sharpened; there was no doubt that Zagara's twisted power of rules came from the abyss.

The more it devours, the faster the twisted seed of the abyss matures within its body.

"It's important to kill it before it completely twists; I'll report this to the league leadership."

Zagara has gone mad; it wants to devour all the Zerg until the entire Void Zerg becomes nourishment for the Abyss.

Tassadar understood this, which is why he was willing to join forces with Kerrigan.

But how many Zerg overlords are still in the entire void? Only the sealed Bervis probably knows.

Ian paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you need my help?"

Kerrigan shook her head. "They despise wizards and will flee into the void at the slightest sign of trouble."

Although the Voidlings have lost Bervis, the level 7 Overminds still rule many worlds. They can accept Kerrigan, but the Wizards absolutely cannot.

"Then, I wish us a safe trip." He extended his hand.

Kerrigan looked down at his hand, then reached out and gently shook his.

"Once I break through to level six, I hope you can break through to level seven as a ruler." Ian released his grip.

Then we'll go and meet Zagara together, and the abyssal tentacles behind her.

A glint of gold flashed in Kerrigan's eyes. "It's a deal."

She turned and walked towards the courtyard, but after a few steps, she stopped. "Ian."

"Um?"

"I'll leave that offspring mother's embryo here. If I encounter danger in the Zerg territory, I'll use these coordinates to tear through space and descend here."

She paused for a moment, then said, "You won't mind, will you?"

Ian smiled. "This has always been your home."

A smile appeared on Kerrigan's lips, and in the next instant, her figure transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the depths of the void.

Ian stood in the courtyard, watching the direction where the light disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

He didn't know whether letting Kerrigan leave was the right or wrong decision, but he could see that she still wanted to revive the Voidlings.

"Kerrigan, you mustn't let me down."

The moonlight from Silvermoon Highlands shone on him, making his face appear extremely cold and stern.

"quack."

"Um?"

"We need to get ready to leave too."

A squawk flew off his shoulder, a glint of excitement flashing in its silver eyes. "Leaving now?"

Ian shook his head. Before setting off, he needed to organize the information he had received from Azshara.

He sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the courtyard, holding a fragment in his hand, and slowly probed into it with his spirit.

At the same time, the panel is fully monitoring the fluctuations of the fragments.

At this moment, a wave that had never appeared before slowly spread from inside the fragment into the depths of the void.

After Ian learned the coordinates of the Star Ruins, the strange patterns were like an invisible thread, pointing to an extremely distant source.

"Why am I having this reaction now when I didn't have it before?"

It seemed that some unknown entity was guiding him there step by step.